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18. South African. I'm the only devil that tempts me.
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Sejotas
CT, USA    Escape with me we can become needles in a sea of haystacks.

Poems

Daniel Pokorny Oct 2019
Jot, Jot, Jot,
The pen skids across the paper,
The ink leaving behind a trail of black that forms thoughts,
Jot, Jot, Jot,
Thoughts form the story,
The story shows the past,
Of the teenage poet,
The poet, who is in constant pain.
Daniel Pokorny Sep 2020
Jot Jot Jot,
I continue to write with dots,
The Jots, Dots, and thoughts are my own,
I'm the writer who once lost control of the Jots and Dots,
But also the writer,
Who learned to control his Jots and his Dots.
Jots and Dots only make sense if you read some of my old poems.
Benji James Jun 2018
Killed vibes, killer lines
I ****** these verses every time
Always got my heart out on the line
Always on the lookout
For that perfect rhyme
Every night I just have to write
I can't stop I'm addicted to this
I like the feeling it gives
Especially when others
Find a connection
Then they find it worth expressing
That is a powerful thing
It leaves me in awe
It just makes me want
To do this even more

Jot these thoughts
With a pen and pad
Give them a story
To which they can relate
Even if it's something fake
Surprise and shock
Is something I love
Like to make people think
Like people to relate
And let them know
there are people out there
Who feel the same way.

Don't need no psychologist
To diagnose me
Truth is I'm not that crazy
These are thoughts everyone thinks
I just put them on public display
On my **** Facebook page
Hey, hey thought of a topic
I can completely address today
Pass me the megaphone
I got something to say...
Jot these thoughts
With a pen and pad
Give them a story
To which they can relate
Even if it's something fake
Surprise and shock
Is something I love
Like to make people think
Like people to relate
And let them know
there are people out there
Who feel the same way.

Hey, hey
To all the Unknown
The faithless, faceless
Looking for a voice
Looking around Y'all gotta choice
In the sadness, loneliness
You're looking for a way out
Everyone that's so full of doubt
Turn to blades, drugs or alcohol
There are other solutions
Listen up now
I put my thoughts
Into a chorus and a verse
The best way out
Is to put your thoughts into words

Jot these thoughts
With a pen and pad
Give them a story
To which they can relate
Even if it's something fake
Surprise and shock
Is something I love
Like to make people think
Like people to relate
And let them know
there are people out there
Who feel the same way.

©2018 Written By Benji James